From 1849-1850, novelist Gustave Flaubert and critic Maxime Du Camp (we heard a poem from him earlier) were travelling around Egypt.
From a letter from Flaubert to Louis Bouilhet, 1st December 1849:-
Max and Gustave have been to a whorehouse in Cairo and watched a woman dance. Sometime later Gustave finds himself alone upstairs with the dancer:
"On the matting: firm flesh, bronze arse, shaven cunt, dry though fatty; the whole thing gave the effect of a plague victim or a leperhouse. Our eyes entered into each other's; the intensity of our gaze doubled.
I performed on a mat that a family of cats had to be shooed off-a strange coitus, looking at each other without being able to exchange a word, and the exchange of looks is all the deeper for the curiosity and the surprize. My brain was too stimulated for me to enjoy it much otherwize. These shaved cunts make a strange effect-the flesh is hard as bronze, and my girl had a splendid arse.
Goodbye, write to me, write to my mother sometimes."
From a letter from Flaubert to Louis Bouilhet, 1st December 1849:-
Max and Gustave have been to a whorehouse in Cairo and watched a woman dance. Sometime later Gustave finds himself alone upstairs with the dancer:
"On the matting: firm flesh, bronze arse, shaven cunt, dry though fatty; the whole thing gave the effect of a plague victim or a leperhouse. Our eyes entered into each other's; the intensity of our gaze doubled.
I performed on a mat that a family of cats had to be shooed off-a strange coitus, looking at each other without being able to exchange a word, and the exchange of looks is all the deeper for the curiosity and the surprize. My brain was too stimulated for me to enjoy it much otherwize. These shaved cunts make a strange effect-the flesh is hard as bronze, and my girl had a splendid arse.
Goodbye, write to me, write to my mother sometimes."
